: Anish Kurar
: Alcoholic Doctor
: Clink Street Publishing
: 9781912850631
: 1
: CHF 3.20
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: Biographien, Autobiographien
: English
: 76
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Retired orthopaedic consultant Dr. Anish Kumar Kurar has worked in three countries accruing a wealth of experience managing critical conditions as well as taking fundamental steps to succeed amidst a climate of harsh reality. From scarring childhood memories during an impoverished upbringing, he has managed to climb to the top of his profession. Childhood abuse, a shift to alcohol as an insurance measure during adulthood, and the intense clinical demands of medical practice has resulted in a tough exterior; the journey from his primitive youth to an experienced consultant has been no holds barred. He has been publicly acclaimed in the media and presented with international awards from the Saudi Arabian government. Dr. Kurar proves that a little bit of grit can go a long way. This is his story.

Dr Anish Kurar is a retired surgeon. This is his memoir about how the pressures of the job contributed to his alcoholism.

I started my life journey from the age of nine months, when I became aware of my existence on this beautiful planet, our good Earth.

I was told in my childhood that what you sow is what you reap. I am approaching seventy years of my life. I am a retired Senior Orthopaedic Consultant. My family is middle class and I have three elder sisters and two elder brothers, myself to arrive last, and my great father and mother.

My enjoyment of retirement comes from my memories of deeds that I did in my life as advised by God.

My memories of my life go back to less than one year into my life, when I became aware of my existence: Myself in my father’s lap with my mother by his side, and standing outside the well-lit decorated hall on the occasion of the wedding of my eldest sister. I remember this because I was in my father’s lap wearing a fur coat of real tiger skin, yellow in colour with black spots. I liked this so much and my mother tried to stop me so many times but I could not resist chewing on the soft fur.

When I was three years old, my second sister got married. I remember only because the marriage was in summer. Indian summers, with so many mangoes available. I still remember they were there in a big tub full of water and lots of ice. Because the family members were busy with their marriage, I with my cousins, we stole so many mangoes and thoroughly enjoyed them.

The favourite ceremony came